She considers that for a moment. If she hadn't been born and raised in the shadow of the near-doom Galactus brought to her world, it might sound reasonable to her. She keeps her voice even, despite her desperation to find a way to make them understand... some way to prove Richards the great man she always heard of, and keep at least one Doctor Doom under lock and key.

"No sir. I'm suggesting that you continue your efforts to communicate. Make every attempt to resolve this peacefully. And if you succeed and prove me wrong, I'll be glad... believe me, you wouldn't believe how happy it would make me to be proven wrong... but meanwhile, evacuate the region where he'll land, prepare for a disaster on a level you can barely comprehend, and be ready to go after the Ultimate Nullifier... isn't it better to be prepared for the worst and be proven wrong than to hope for the best and have it go all wrong?"